Dear John (III)
(unedited, raw draft)
"Is that all he wanted? a beer?" said John.
I was still kind of speechless and in awe of what I was seeing. I just stood there with my hardon, stroking it and staring at Jill's dripping shaven pussy.
"You guys come around here and talk to me, I don't like you talking behind my back. That's what got you and Chris in trouble in the first place." She said jokingly.
I followed John around and ducked under some support cables. We stopped in front of Jill on the other side of the garage. John grabbed a rectangular box that hung from the ceiling and pressed a button on it. Jill slowly descended until she was at about our waist height. John then punched a button again and Jill bounced to a stop, dangling from her cables. She immediately reached out and grabbed both our erections drawing both of us closer together until the heads touched just in front of her. Her head leaned down and her tongue snaked out and licked the tips of both of us at the same time.
It was too much for me. The last thirty minutes was an overload of sexual sights and experiences. My knees buckled a bit and I shot three spurts of semen, two of which which coated John's hard prick. One spurt somehow landed across Jill's nose and cheek and that motivated John to reach down and scoop it up with two fingers. He held those two cummy fingers up in front of me and I instinctively opened my mouth. He gently pushed them in and twisted them on my tongue. He was smiling the whole time.
"I'm sorry" I exclaimed when he finally took his fingers out. "I tried not to cum but..."
"Don't be silly", interjected Jill. "You're our guest and guests always come first around this household". She said while looking up with her infectious smile.
"Johnny, I have to confess that not twenty seconds after you left; Fred came in and he was determined to sample the pie you made for Chrissy here, before you came back. Lucky for you, I got him to make another injection deep down inside with that stupendously long dick of his. I don't think it all came out yet because each drip has been tickling my clit and I can still feel it. Chris, be a good boy and lay on this bench and I'll ask Johnny to reposition me so that you can inspect the damage close up."
I got down underneath her on the weight bench looking up. The back of my head was resting in the puddle of juice that had been forming since whenever this ordeal started. I took notice of her tits for the first time, hanging down, the nipples red and swollen like someone had recently been suckling on them. I raised my head up and looked down over my slight belly paunch at John's still hard erection. Jill was smearing the cum that had landed on him around the shaft and swollen corona. I heard the gears begin to grind again as John lowered Jill further until I felt the weight of her resting on top of me. Her swollen pussy was now pressed just above my bearded chin and I stuck out my tongue to lick her clit. Several moments passed and then John's prick appeared above me, his ballsack tight and full and resting just above my forehead. He reached down and slapped his cock on her labia several times and then nudged it inside. I had never imagined ever being this close to "the action" so to speak, but here I was. My best bud's thick cock squeezing into his wife just an inch or so above me. Her clit was dragged inward and upward as he pushed in. A combination of fluids, mine on John's dick, Fred's from about fifteen minutes ago and John's own from even earlier mixed with the copious juices Jill exuded oozed down onto me. My eyes stung and juice seeped into my nose and tickled my sinus. John started moving in and out making loud pussy fart noises as he picked up speed.
Then I heard the squeaking of the screen door opening somewhere on my right. It slammed shut with a rattle and a bang. A really long cock appeared in my peripheral vision. It was the opposite of John's, longer and skinny. A great prominent, purple vein ran up it's length just under the skin. The head poked out gleaming and wet and I was fascinated with it's deep red color.
"Tongue!" Commanded Jill, loudly.
I went back to work and tried pushing my wet tongue alongside John's dick right above her clit. I got it about a half inch in and then the new cock appeared again, pushing itself under John's cock and competing with my tongue. Eventually, the big cock, which I had assumed belonged to Fred and I had been checking out as he worked in the garden, rested on top of John's thick cock. There, it got pummeled between Jill's ass and John's pubic mound as John steadily moved in and out. I realized my own cock was hard again as Jill reached down and grabbed it with both hands. The amount of foamy cum cream that formed around John's cock, above me, reminded me of why this was called a "cream pie" and I was dying with the anticipation of what was inevitably going to be my reward.
Jill's legs started shaking and I could hear her squealing and John puffing like a locomotive. Fred's cock head made another sortie trying to squeeze in between my tongue and Jill's clit. It briefly pushed into my mouth delivering some of the foam from above to the back of my throat and then retreated again. This is going to be good, I thought.
...TBC
"Is that all he wanted? a beer?" said John.
I was still kind of speechless and in awe of what I was seeing. I just stood there with my hardon, stroking it and staring at Jill's dripping shaven pussy.
"You guys come around here and talk to me, I don't like you talking behind my back. That's what got you and Chris in trouble in the first place." She said jokingly.
I followed John around and ducked under some support cables. We stopped in front of Jill on the other side of the garage. John grabbed a rectangular box that hung from the ceiling and pressed a button on it. Jill slowly descended until she was at about our waist height. John then punched a button again and Jill bounced to a stop, dangling from her cables. She immediately reached out and grabbed both our erections drawing both of us closer together until the heads touched just in front of her. Her head leaned down and her tongue snaked out and licked the tips of both of us at the same time.
It was too much for me. The last thirty minutes was an overload of sexual sights and experiences. My knees buckled a bit and I shot three spurts of semen, two of which which coated John's hard prick. One spurt somehow landed across Jill's nose and cheek and that motivated John to reach down and scoop it up with two fingers. He held those two cummy fingers up in front of me and I instinctively opened my mouth. He gently pushed them in and twisted them on my tongue. He was smiling the whole time.
"I'm sorry" I exclaimed when he finally took his fingers out. "I tried not to cum but..."
"Don't be silly", interjected Jill. "You're our guest and guests always come first around this household". She said while looking up with her infectious smile.
"Johnny, I have to confess that not twenty seconds after you left; Fred came in and he was determined to sample the pie you made for Chrissy here, before you came back. Lucky for you, I got him to make another injection deep down inside with that stupendously long dick of his. I don't think it all came out yet because each drip has been tickling my clit and I can still feel it. Chris, be a good boy and lay on this bench and I'll ask Johnny to reposition me so that you can inspect the damage close up."
I got down underneath her on the weight bench looking up. The back of my head was resting in the puddle of juice that had been forming since whenever this ordeal started. I took notice of her tits for the first time, hanging down, the nipples red and swollen like someone had recently been suckling on them. I raised my head up and looked down over my slight belly paunch at John's still hard erection. Jill was smearing the cum that had landed on him around the shaft and swollen corona. I heard the gears begin to grind again as John lowered Jill further until I felt the weight of her resting on top of me. Her swollen pussy was now pressed just above my bearded chin and I stuck out my tongue to lick her clit. Several moments passed and then John's prick appeared above me, his ballsack tight and full and resting just above my forehead. He reached down and slapped his cock on her labia several times and then nudged it inside. I had never imagined ever being this close to "the action" so to speak, but here I was. My best bud's thick cock squeezing into his wife just an inch or so above me. Her clit was dragged inward and upward as he pushed in. A combination of fluids, mine on John's dick, Fred's from about fifteen minutes ago and John's own from even earlier mixed with the copious juices Jill exuded oozed down onto me. My eyes stung and juice seeped into my nose and tickled my sinus. John started moving in and out making loud pussy fart noises as he picked up speed.
Then I heard the squeaking of the screen door opening somewhere on my right. It slammed shut with a rattle and a bang. A really long cock appeared in my peripheral vision. It was the opposite of John's, longer and skinny. A great prominent, purple vein ran up it's length just under the skin. The head poked out gleaming and wet and I was fascinated with it's deep red color.
"Tongue!" Commanded Jill, loudly.
I went back to work and tried pushing my wet tongue alongside John's dick right above her clit. I got it about a half inch in and then the new cock appeared again, pushing itself under John's cock and competing with my tongue. Eventually, the big cock, which I had assumed belonged to Fred and I had been checking out as he worked in the garden, rested on top of John's thick cock. There, it got pummeled between Jill's ass and John's pubic mound as John steadily moved in and out. I realized my own cock was hard again as Jill reached down and grabbed it with both hands. The amount of foamy cum cream that formed around John's cock, above me, reminded me of why this was called a "cream pie" and I was dying with the anticipation of what was inevitably going to be my reward.
Jill's legs started shaking and I could hear her squealing and John puffing like a locomotive. Fred's cock head made another sortie trying to squeeze in between my tongue and Jill's clit. It briefly pushed into my mouth delivering some of the foam from above to the back of my throat and then retreated again. This is going to be good, I thought.
...TBC
5年前
